"That's not fair, you two! I want to have sex with Takashi-kun toooo!"
"I-Irina!? Why are you here—ah, right… I gave you a key."
"Eh…? W-Why is Irina-san here…?"
"You were so absorbed, you didn't even notice me coming inside. That's not fair. Takashi-kun, you know how I feel, too, right?"
"Ugh… well, we've been together for over a month now…"
The two stared at the fast-talking Irina in shock. Even so, neither of them felt embarrassed about being seen, and the conversation continued naturally.
Compared to Rias and Akeno, Asia had once been insecure about her figure.
But thanks to Mitarai repeatedly telling her how beautiful and lovely she was, she no longer felt embarrassed being seen, so long as it wasn't by a man other than him.
"I-I know Asia and Takashi-kun are already that close… but I'm a woman too. I want to become one with Takashi-kun."
"Somehow, Irina-san is really cute right now. You're like a completely different person compared to when you're swinging a sword."
"W-What!? Of course, I'm a girl too! I can't show that side of myself in front of the man I like. And Asia, you're the same, aren't you? I can't believe you're the same girl who only recently learned offensive magic."
"Mmgh…"
"What is it…?"
They glared at each other with indescribable expressions. It wasn't hostility—rather, the kind of look only people who truly understood one another could share.
"Um… I can still go, but Irina, do you really want to do it with me?"
"Of course. Sure, atmosphere and situations matter, but after being shown the two of you having sex, I just couldn't hold back. And I don't mind if Asia watches."
"Irina-san…"
"I see. Then let's go for round two. Come here."
"Yeah."
He gently embraced Irina as she approached. Even though he had just held Asia, wrapping his arms around Irina's healthy, well-fleshed body made his briefly softened manhood spring back to life instantly.
Because she was being held by Mitarai while he was sitting, Irina could feel his hot, rock-hard shaft pressing against her stomach through their clothes.
Just like with Asia before, being crushed from above by his ferocious cock sent pressure straight toward her womb, making her female instincts tremble at the thought of being taken.
"Irina, open your mouth."
"O-Okay."
He kissed her as she opened her mouth. Their lips pressed together, and his tongue slipped in with a wet slurp.
After watching their intense, animalistic lovemaking, Irina's mouth—now fully aroused—was hot and sticky inside. He moved his tongue, capturing hers.
Her surprised voice echoed in her mouth, but he ignored it, tangling with her all the same.
Sluurp Sllurp Their tongues rubbed together, as he sucked on her tongue, and Irina's mind melted into a hazy fog.
The traces of reason that had remained in her eyes vanished completely, replaced by a dazed, syrupy gaze.
"Kissing Takashi-san feels so good, doesn't it? If you let yourself go more, it'll feel even better."
'Even… better…'
At some point, Asia had moved close to her ear and whispered sweetly. It was an alluring, seductive voice completely unlike her usual self—the voice of a nun turned devil, tempting her.
With her thoughts shut down, Irina obeyed those words, relaxing her stiffened body and letting herself droop into him.
"Amu… amu-amu… churururururu… Slurp sllurpp… puhaa…"
When their lips finally parted, her limp body collapsed back onto the bed. It had felt that good—so good she could barely think.
"Fufu, Irina-san, you're making such a cute face. Just watching is making me feel naughty again. Takashi-san, please dote on me too, not just Irina-san."
"Yeah, leave it to me. First, we'll strip Irina. Asia, help me."
"Yes."
Irina lay sprawled on the bed, taking deep breaths to steady herself while basking in the lingering afterglow of the kiss. That was when Mitarai and Asia's hands closed in on her.
Being undressed by Asia, another woman, would have been one thing—but Mitarai stripped her with practiced ease. All she could do was watch hazily as her clothes were peeled away.
Being touched by him filled her with joy, along with a small regret that she hadn't worn sexier underwear. She'd chosen plain ones for ease of movement while on patrol, and now she felt embarrassed.
Ignoring Irina's inner turmoil, the two finally reached the last bastion—her underwear.
Reaching an arm behind her back as she lay on her back, he unhooked her bra with a soft snap.
"Uu… I really envy how big your boobs are."
"Yeah… Irina's boobs are huge…"
Asia's resentful mutter and Mitarai's appreciative murmur overlapped.
Irina's exposed upper body was beautiful in a different way from Asia's. Her body, trained as a warrior of the Church, was tight and toned, with no excess fat.
Especially around her stomach—so flat it barely had any softness at all—faint muscle lines were visible.
In contrast to her slim waist and hips, her breasts were large and bounced softly. Untouched, pink nipples. Surprisingly wide areolas, slightly raised together with the nipples—so-called puffy nipples.
They weren't common in Japan, but overseas, they were a perfectly normal type of breast. Her swollen breasts emphasized the pale-pink areolas and pink nipples even more.
Her E-cup breasts overwhelmed the two watching—soft, jiggling masses of flesh that shamelessly invited desire.
Asia herself had a respectable C-cup, more than enough by normal standards. But surrounded by women like Rias and Akeno, with their absurd, almost devilish bust sizes, she couldn't help wishing for more.
Every time she saw their massive chests, she'd glance down at her own cleavage and sigh.
Because Irina shared her past as a Church member, her despair at losing God, and her feelings for the same man, Asia found herself unusually vocal in her envy toward her.
Though it hadn't even been half a year since she reincarnated as a devil, meeting Mitarai had slowly changed her.
She began to show more than just her smile—more emotions, more honesty. Back when she harbored a faint crush on Hyoudou Issei, he'd told her that seeing her smile gave him strength, so she'd kept that smile plastered on at all times.
Pure to a fault, raised in the closed world of the Church, she had a tendency to do only what she was told.
Revered as a saint, healing others with her Sacred Gear—she'd found small happiness in that life, yet still yearned for freedom.
Perhaps it was seeing Mitarai, unlike Issei—the first friend who had saved her—that truly changed her.
"Alright, next I'm taking off the bottom—whoa… you're soaked. Your love juices are practically slurping, all gooey and messy. Getting this wet just from watching me and Asia go at it… You're pretty lewd, too, Irina."
"Uu… don't say that. I didn't think I'd get this wet either."
"It's okay, Irina-san. I was the same my first time."
"No, Asia, you're still soaking wet just as easily."
"Ahh… you shouldn't say that. I wanted to act a little superior to Irina-san…"
"Asia's fine just the way she is. And I can't even imagine her acting smug. You'd just slip up at the important part anyway."
"Ahh…"
Irina couldn't help but laugh at their exchange.
From what Rias had told her, the two had only started talking like this recently. They'd been mere classmates before, but Rias had nudged them into this relationship.
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